Letters I'll Never Send

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I wish I knew the answers.
I wish I could know how you really feel. I wish the world was in black and white. And I wish you were actually single right now.
I can see it in the way you look at me, but I just can’t accept it. You like me that way? Do you know that I like you?
I wish I knew the answers.
What am I even afraid of? Is it of looking like a fool? Or getting the cold, hard bitchslap in the face of rejection? This whole unknowing thing… it doesn’t really work for me.
How have I let myself care about you so much?
Just tell me.